Noget inspirerende tekst fra sangen Lunchbox - Vince Staples får i her:
As my hunger grows in capacity
Citizens scatter rapidly, in front of and after me
But you can not be mad at me, cause it would be a tragedy
To hear the blasphemy of saying this is not a masterpiece
So please just, ease up 'fore you are surrounded
By so many Pyramids you'd think it's Egypt
So go ahead step in our path
While we do a fuckin' hundred with our foot on the gas, bitch
You lowly residents are merely just a pestilence
So tell me what a peasant is compared to my excellence
Yeah, that's absolutely nada
You niggas couldn't kick it if I started playin' soccer
How you gon' stop a, nigga spittin' lava
Over beats fatter than sumos eatin' pasta with lobster
Be careful if your mouth begins to pop
Murder won't be considered I'll just drop you in the box
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